"The world is as impermanent as your grandfather and me, at the beginning, I was a fool, one was a person who came out of the mountain in the quiet mountain, and it was my responsibility to promote the Tao, and the other was a person who was born in Sumeru, and I took it as my responsibility to transform sentient beings and promote Buddhism. But as you know, I later entered the Heavenly Burial Temple, and I used the Temple as a prison, and I never left the Temple for fifty or sixty years. And the idiot, fifty or sixty years ago, added a cage to his heart, forgot the original Buddhist ambition to cross the world, held a bloody knife, and cut off the shackles in front of him. ”

The world is impermanent, the old monk can't do anything, thinking of himself fifty or sixty years ago, and now the life of the opposite, there is no so-called winning or losing, he may be more indifferent than he saw at the beginning, but the burden on his shoulders is much heavier than before. Although he has no inner concern, the tediousness on the avenue is better than in the past, and if he wants to move forward, he can only keep raising the blood knife in his hand. The only thing worth rejoicing for him is that there are less than ten years to usher in the catastrophe, and when the time comes, the blood knife in his hand should not dry up anymore, and there will be many fewer thorns on the road of the avenue.

"Master, have you ever regretted your choice?" Listening to the old monk talk about his life in tune with idiocy, Lin cautiously tempted.

"Silly boy, this kind of thing, how can I regret it or not, I only had this way at the beginning, I had no choice, and as for the rest, I couldn't consider it. At that time, if you think about it, you were removed from the Silent Mountain, the demons invaded, and you finally sobered up, and met a famous teacher to exonerate, in this situation, if you don't move forward with your head held high, even if you have a little doubt and apprehension, there will be no me today. ”

Talking about the original mental journey, the old monk who was quite emotional, sighed, and the aftertaste was long.

"What about the idiot Dao Chief?" the exploration continued, and Lin whispered softly, afraid that after he said it out loud, he would destroy the slightest charm that the old monk had finally sighed.

"He, I think there should be some, if he hadn't been so pedantic at the beginning, and had accepted Qianqian's feelings earlier, maybe it would be a different scene now, and it wouldn't have to be as heavy as it is now. However, this kind of thing is difficult to say to those who are not the parties or the authorities. ”

"Drink... You bald donkey has a bit of a human mind. If you hadn't abandoned me and waited, the outcome might have been different. A dry tone came from outside the courtyard, and when the old monk who had been roasting by the fire heard this for the first time, he immediately stood up and looked out of the courtyard.

I saw the small door outside the courtyard, and at this time, an old man wearing a dark robe walked in, holding a three-foot-wide long knife made of blood-red Qiong shark skin with a scabbard in his hand. After the old man entered the courtyard, he came directly towards the main hall, and when he stepped into the courtyard hall, he stood five feet apart from the old monk.

"You old way, but you don't see Lao Ha. This face doesn't seem to be in vain, and the Buddha fruit can be expected. Looking at the old monk with kind eyes and a Buddha-like face in front of him, he couldn't say anything, and sighed stupidly.

"The idiot brother praised it falsely, and now it seems that the old brother is still a little older. Looking at the old man with a clean face and a long beard on the opposite side, I haven't seen him for decades, and the traces of his youth are under this wind and dust brown face, and it is difficult to find the slightest trace, but after the wind and frost, the original Erya wise idiot, but there is a little more piercing and sharp light, with the old monk's profound Dharma eyes, the old friend on the opposite side is full of anger, and the eyes are wide open, and the ears can vaguely hear the struggle of their own ghosts and ghosts.

"It's better to be old, since you can't stay in your twenties, let's be older, so that you can have more time to remember the past and the people of the past. The tone is dry, but there is an aftertaste, over the years, the old monk who painted the temple may not know, but the practitioners of the entire Daoyan Continent know that fifty or sixty years ago, Xuanqingmen suddenly had a sharp and unbridled knife, invincible, shocking the world, for decades, as this knife gradually became less and less unsheathed, the rumors in the world have become more and more rare, but no one has dared to question whether this long-sealed Xuanqing blood knife is decayed.

"What my brother said is not like what it used to be. This tone is a little late. The old monk holding the Vajra Bodhi bracelet quickly turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and said meaningfully to the long-bearded old man who was covered with wind and frost on the opposite side.

"It's been decades, how can there be anything to say, but you are an old man, I can't imagine that after the first encounter, I found another life, congratulations, it's a good thing that I didn't die when I entered the demon, and I don't have much left for my original brothers. Think about the original Brother Mo, for decades, except for the occasional letter and contact, the true face can not be seen at a glance, you are an old way, closed temple practice, never born, if it wasn't for yesterday to learn about your star soul letter, I thought you had fallen. ”

After the two met, the idiot said the longest paragraph, since they walked the rivers and lakes together, now they can be connected, it is really rare, the vivid and respectable past in the dusty memory, at this time, look back at the face that has grown old, in addition to sighing, there is only a little bit left to look down on life and death, after the vicissitudes of life and frost.

"Yes, Lao Wei was really ashamed of his brother and Brother Mo at the beginning, if it wasn't for Lao Ge leaving, we might have a different ending. Hearing this whisper, the old monk said with some heaviness. Decades ago, the past that made him fall into the demons, according to Kongmen, if it weren't for the original hatred and unbelieving, maybe the ending of the three of them would have to be said separately.

"The past is gone, and you don't mention it, except for Qianqian, who stays at the most beautiful age, everything else is not bad. Like you, after the demons, it seems that it is also very good, at least it is no longer as happy as it was at the beginning; like Brother Mo, after taking over the theft of the door, although there are not many earth-shattering Tianjiao born, but at least the decline of the thief door for thousands of years has been stopped; and I, although I am nearly 100 years old, I still hold the knife, kill the dead, relieve the hatred, remember the people, and all kinds of past events are still remembered in my heart. ”

"Isn't this too heavy, brother, from you who remembered the rules and precepts and kept to yourself, to now you are riddled with karma and shackles, is the burden of all this a little heavier? ”

"What is this? In this Heavenly Dao, which cultivator is easy, and which family has an easy life? I am also my own choice, and I have nothing to complain about, since I picked up the sword in the first place, I can't care about the rules and precepts, and I don't care about self-discipline and so on. That is, regret that I failed to understand earlier, so that now I have regrets and cannot be fulfilled. After hearing the old monk's words, the old man with a brown face and long beard and white hair spoke in a heavy tone and sighed.

"Alas, my brother's words do have some truth, at the moment, they have entered nearly 100 years old, I wait for the path I have chosen, there is no other choice, I can only continue to go like this, I can't resent, I can't regret it, even if it comes to the history of the catastrophe, I can only go forward, even if the sword mountain and the sea of fire, even if the abyss of hell, there can be no other choice. ”

"Now that you know, what else is there to say? Are you passing by my Xuanqing Gate this time?" or?" Looking at the old monk who looked at the Buddha's good intentions, Fang came down from Xuanqing Gate Xuanshan and asked inquiringly.

"I just came from the Divine Burial Mountain, participated in the coffin ceremony of the ancestor of the Lin clan in Bukong Mountain, and I happened to have not walked for a long time, so I took a look at the road I had walked, the places I had stayed, and the people I knew. The old monk, who no longer persuaded the idiot, told what he had done.

"You have this leisure and elegance, unlike you who was serious at the beginning, you at that time were really old-fashioned, unreasonable, persuasive, and unclear. Maybe it was because he remembered the appearance of the old monk at the beginning, after saying this, he had rarely had a facial expression, and he actually cracked a big hole between his mouths, and laughed silently.

"You just joke, anyway, I let go of my former self, but you, although there has been a change, but the heart has not changed. Looking at the infatuation that is difficult to coincide in his memory, the old monk who feels something in his heart can't say anything, and asserts.

"Where does this start? At the beginning, I was a bald robe, accompanied by rules and precepts, and now you see, what is it like?" Hearing the old monk's words, he was quite unconvinced, patted his chest, and said.

"Hehe, it's easy to make the skin, but what about the heart? At the beginning, you wanted to transform the world into a Buddha, and now you want to kill all the people in the world, ask, is there a difference between the two?"

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit are you? At the beginning, I was confined to the rules and lost the beauty; now, the relationship has been broken, only the avenue remains, if there is nothing to pursue, you say that my skin is good, this person is okay, why are you living?" The words are quite angry, but the pain in the heart is indescribable, from the original regret of being late to the beauty, to the revenge of the loved one after a lot of hardships, the rest of the life, the last bit of pursuit is the avenue.

"Alas, if you don't say this, you won't be able to listen to it, you can't get in, you can't change it. Rather than this, why don't you help me see my junior, can I still be saved?" Listening to the words of Idiot, the old monk who knew his thoughts introduced the little monks Kongye and Lin Liao who were standing next to him to Idiot, and pointed to Lin Lidao.

"What's his condition? I can only kill people with a knife, but I am not a Dan Master Pharmacist, can I save people?" looked at Lin for some reason, and said in a stupid voice.

"This little guy has never entered the door of cultivation, but there is a qi machine in his body that has been left after attracting the aura of heaven and earth into the body, according to the general practice method, this is able to pull the qi to practice and enter the realm, but this son has used all kinds of methods, all kinds of temptations, all of which are useless, and the old man has attracted the qi of Buddha Gang into the body to pull, and it has no effect. Explain the situation in Lin Li's body one by one, and the old monk and Lin Liao looked at the idiocy with hope.

"Huh, this is a bit interesting, you old way, your ability is not weak, you are all quasi-emperor realm. Congratulations, congratulations. Stroking his long beard, his eyes rolled, and he said goodbye to the old monk.

"Without saying that, just ask you if there is a way?"

Seeing that the old monk's tone was quite anxious, he looked at Lin with hope, pondered for a long time, and said, "I'll try." ”

After speaking, he grabbed Lin Li's right hand beside him, pressed his wrist with three fingers, and rushed directly into his body along Lin's meridians.